POEM: SIT AND SIP
Your words
like relative rain
come home for a visit
No cold spell
no inner hell
could freeze a foot from its trip
Dare I ask
of this mental mask
that rests on my lap
It is our task
our friendly glass
to share surrender sips
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simple and most beautifully written poem
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